Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns Law &Order SVU. I only own this story idea and any characters that I create.

A two shot request from one of my favorite readers! Hope it meet's your expectations! The request was for an experienced Olivia showing Elliot the ropes. Sexual ropes, of course!

Experience...

"You need to get back on the old proverbial horse my friend," Munch said eyeing Elliot over the rim of his dark glasses.

Elliot gave him a look that clearly said, I want to kick your ass but I know your right. He took a long swig of his Corona.

"Which proverbial horse are you suggesting he get on?" Fin asked dryly.

Munch grinned waving his hand around the dim lit bar. "The opportunities are endless for us, boys,"

Elliot rolled his eyes.

"It will be your third date, Stabler. Everybody knows the third date is the one," Munch waggled his eyebrows.

"Bullshit," Amanda Rollin's southern draw interrupted them.

Elliot looked at her.

"You know he is full of shit, right?" Amanda said settling back into the booth beside Fin after returning from the ladies room. "What kind of crap are you feeding him?"

Fin shook his head. "I ain't feeding him shit,"

"Elliot needs the truth. The girl is going to expect something and something good from our boy here," Munch winked at Elliot.

"What makes you think it wouldn't be something good?" Elliot retorted defensively.

"You, my friend. You have been bitching about your lack of experience and your ex-wife's inhibitions. Not me," Munch said leaning back in the booth.

Elliot felt the flush of heat that he knew proceeded the flush of color on his face and neck.

"You need a good ole booty call before your booty call," Munch snickered.

"You are a dirty old man," Amanda said to Munch, pointing her finger for emphasis.

"Don't you know any of the women at that fancy security job that you have now? It's not like you are surrounded by female cops, anymore," Munch asked.

"What does being around female cops, have to do with?" Amanda asked. "What are female cops not sexy? I mean you could not have just said something that stupid,"

Fin groaned. "You really fucked up now,"

Munch leaned forward. "Rollins present company excluded female police officers tend to be a little masculine,"

Amanda raised her eyebrows. "Should I tell those guys surrounding Benson or would you like to?"

Munch turned to the bar where Olivia was collecting fresh drinks and Rollins was right, she had three guys circling around her. "Okay, I concede that Olivia is an exception as well,"

"Hell yes," Elliot thought before realizing he had actually spoken the words. Out loud.

Munch smirked. "Maybe your BFF will help you with a little tutor session?"

Fin chuckled. "No fucking way,"

Amanda stayed silent. She had been in the unit post Stabler and had a strong suspicion that Olivia felt more than friendship for her former partner. She watched Elliot watch Olivia, his eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. She doubted the flush coloring his skin now had anything to do with embarrassment.

Elliot pulled at his shirt collar as Olivia turned away from her crowd of admirers and headed back their way. He watched the sway of her hips and was struck, not for the first time, by how incredibly hot his former partner was. She was wearing a fitted white sweater that begged to be touched, tight black jeans, and fuck me stilettos. Munch's idea definitely had his gears turning. Fuck, Munch. He and Olivia had finally gotten past him leaving the unit. Dating would definitely test their new tenuous situation which is why Elliot had accepted a date with Lydia. He wasn't really interested in her but knew he had to distract himself from the one thing he couldn't have.

"You boys look suspiciously guilty," Olivia said with a husky laugh as she handed out their drinks.

"Looks like you met some new friends Liv," Munch grinned as she slid into the seat beside him.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Not interested," she said flatly. "Way too eager,"

Munch looked over at Elliot. "Take note on that Elliot. Eager is bad,"

Olivia looked at Elliot and then Munch. "What is he talking about?"

Elliot started to say something when Munch jumped in quickly interrupting him. "Elliot needs some expert advice for his third date with Lydia. You know what that means,"

"It's your third date?" Olivia asked hoping her voice didn't sound as sad as she felt inside.

Elliot nodded. "Yeah,"

"I told him he needs a little show and tell," Munch grinned.

Olivia gave him a look. "I don't think Elliot needs show and tell Munch. I am pretty sure Elliot knows where everything goes,"

"Thanks Liv," Elliot replied not quite believing that Munch had dragged him into such an embarrassing conversation.

"Ah but I disagree," Munch said. "Stabler has only been with one woman and apparently their sex life was quite vanilla,"

'Munch!" Elliot looked like he was two seconds away from throttling the old man with his bare hands. His face was purple.

Olivia glared at Munch. "Elliot is a big boy. He can handle himself. Some women would love the opportunity to teach a man some things," Olivia said defending Elliot even though she silently prayed Lydia would not be doing the teaching. She wandered if she was blonde.

"That is what I told him," Munch said. "I suggested maybe you would help,"

"Okay that does it," Fin said nudging Elliot. "I am cutting him off. Amanda and I will take him home,"

"Please do," Olivia said her voice tight. "Before I kill him for implying that I am a slut,"

"Liv," Munch said. "I didn't say that. I didn't mean that. You have to believe that,"

Olivia nodded. "I believe you are drunk,"

Fin slipped his arm around Munch tugging him along with Amanda on the other side.

Olivia slid back into the booth. "God, I don't believe him!"

"I am sorry," Elliot said reaching across the table and squeezing her fingers briefly.

A shot of warmth made it's way up her arm even at the brief touch. Olivia sighed and picked up her own Corona to take a sip.

Two hours and several drinks later, Olivia was throughly buzzed as they made their way out of the bar.

Elliot hailed a cab before turning back to find a shivering Olivia standing behind him. He smiled and slipped an arm around her waist tugging her to his side for warmth.

"Thank you," Olivia whispered happily snuggling closer to him.

Elliot opened the cab door for Olivia before sliding in beside her. He put his arm around her pulling her close even though the cab was sufficiently warm.

"El?" Olivia said after the cabbie pulled from the curb.

"Hmm," Elliot said turning toward her.

"You want to crash at my place. It is late," Olivia offered with a smile, her voice dropped a full octave as her smile disappeared and she continued. "We could have some drinks and maybe I can give you some verbal tips,"

Elliot almost swallowed his tongue. Verbal tips. Fuck, what did that mean. "Yeah, I could do that," Elliot whispered his own baritone voice low.

Olivia looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "Good,"

Elliot spent the next fifteen minutes of the cab ride torn between eager anticipation and fear that if things escalated he would disappoint her. He was so caught up in thought that he didn't even realize they had arrived at her apartment until Olivia tugged at the collar of his coat. "Come on, El," Olivia softly whispered up at him from underneath her hooded gaze.

Elliot slipped from the taxi, handing the cabbie cash for the ride. He took the gloved him that Olivia extended to him. He smiled feeling her give his fingers a reassuring squeeze.

Olivia had made up her mind in the car ride over. She would give him a little show and tell just as Munch had suggested. Then she would give him the green light to do whatever he wanted with her. This night would be theirs and in the morning he wouldn't need to go anywhere else.